1. DENN DIE TODTEN REITEN SCHNELL (PRELUDE)

(Instrumental)


2. CURSED BE HER FALL


MCDLXII

A crescendo of vileness
Disguised of condolence
Pierces like spears her flesh
But hurts of death my heart

More pale than the diadem
She fell too far from Grace
But no heaven would be
Divine enough to deserve her

"Thine innamorata is gone
To grace the woods of Phlegethon
As she useth to grace the shore"

Viciously my soul was tempted
And drunken on paschal relics
The centuries would remind me
My blasphemy should last
Beyond the era of men
The clergy had damned her twice
Then, hadn't tongues for the third
Although their accusations
Stank like scorn
Her splendour bowed them like crippled
The chapel gleamed
In dim shades of livor mortis
And in the courtyard a procession
Of wolves intoned their dirge
In honor to her

Grace and dread... in harmony

"Oh, bitter waters of the night
Smother me before
The gilded dawn fall upon you
'Cause my heart's gone with him
May God unites us in the eternity"

Six feet under her tomb
Buried was my salvation
I cast my soul to the Devil's claw
And from his cup of filthiness I drank
Her flesh could wilt along
Four hundred years of putrefaction
But it'd still exhale the cliff's scent
Too low to the guillotine's rope

"My love for thee shalt never die"

Her penultimate words
This certainty my heart denied
But now I can believe

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Cursed be the fate
And its treacherous waters
On which she fell declaiming her adieu
Before the dawn
In the darkest hour
A macula on my principality
And therein I rose above mortality
Only to languish as Lucibel did
Her lines were soaked
In anemic crosses' blood
Not by chance too late for regrets

"But I would die every night
From here until eternity for thee"

Love made us anathema
As cruelty justified us
So in the time of rewards
Sinners ate quails
While virtuous licked their leprosy
I should have followed her
With all my spite to hell
Instead, all that I could follow
It was the marble's closure
Above the coffin
Perpetually I am her Simon of Cyrene
Carrying her cross through Via Dolorosa
And cursing our fall until the Judgment Day


3. GODDESS OF THE RISING BLACK MOON

(To thee I come dressed in lust
Bathed in a thousand men's passion, bleeding
The last sparks of the dusk
Will burn in mine eyes
Then fade on the horizon)

M'lady Annit
Guide me through the darkest nights
(I am the rising moon)
'Cause my days are gone
With the badly fed vultures
(darker than vultures)
So it shalt be
As long as it last thy spell
(Ripping out thine eyes)
Over the tapestry of the scarped...

Mountains and their snowed peaks
The paler portrait of thy breasts
A never seen himeric caprice
The Sabbat Beltane shall bring
No "In excelsis meretricis"
And so, they will know
Greater woes than Walpurgis

Listen to them!
The hounds baying for thee to raise

(Whom would they praise
Whilst I devour to thee?)

Attracted to thee
Snaking like thy ebonied hairs

(Who would be prey
If my poison was drenched
On our bridal sheets)

"I am the hung
On the hopeless firmament
Maidenly crowned
By the eastern echelons"

I am thy wave of tears
Wept onto the deadly sea
Breaking against the cliff

Take me to where the night
Will never sleep

Goddess of the rising Black Moon

Godly sylph, grant me Thy grace
And touch me as if in dream
Erubescent, my soul reaps rosemary
With mirror shards for thee
The darkest arts
And the profoundest magick
Could not unlace the braided bowels
Like a mosaic nest of offerings

Eko, Eko, Azarak,
Eko, Eko, Zomelak,
Eko, Eko, Cernunnos,
Eko, Eko, Aradia!

Ungodly sylph, grant me Thy grace
And touch me as if in sin
From the celestial battlements
Lurking my dementia and these festivities
In this eve smelling like myrrh
Manifest thy glory
Before Eostre come to take thee

My queen...


4. OPERETTA FOR ELIZABETH

"Victimae paschali laudes
Immolent christiani.
Agnus redemit oves:
Christus innocens patri
Reconciliavit peccatores..."

Mirror my fool mirror
Wintered by the time
Faced by thy grey veil
I spied an old silhouette
Laughing cruelly back at me
Was it the first death of my heart?

So I swore to Christ and The Cross
That once more you would not shame me
Fool mirror
Then I've become Morta
To take the scissor and the threads

She came to me
So sweet and servile
A true nymph
Spluttering my crystals of pride
(She rose)
A lilithian mirage to my Eve's eyes

Flanked by the Carpathian’s maw
In secret she rode off
In a tempestuous eve
To a grotto where the old Darvulia
Awaited her

And the trees testified their vow
Sealed by the price of the tongue
And by the spasms between their legs
Their moans were only
Muffled by the thunders

(For her, blood was spilled)
Spat onto the spoiled teats
(Like a liquor of plagues)
Leavened in the stretched guts

Orchids and a virgin vestal
One piece of pear breasts
To the countess' six lips
Beneath dying skies
Where the providence
Would not reach

The lamb died
Beseeching by the knife
When it fell thralled
By the aristocracy
Assigned by God
To the Devil's heirs in Cachtice

"Her twisted reflection fell down
Prostrated in front of her moult"

Within the walls of her Bastille
Buried in slits
Hidden from the lurking eyes
Flesh was burnt, not on the censer
But more wicked crafts
Exposed on pedestals soaked in oils
And burning on the balusters
That adorned the path to her gilded throne
Inlaid with teeth and other jewellery
Brought from the East to her

As the zodiac ran unwary
She ate virginity to sate her filth
Jezebel incarnate
Hostess of lesbian rites
In cult to the carnality

Elizabeth
The breeze hisses thy crimes
Whipping the forest
With Fortissimos of desperate choirs
Above the mountains' bend
Carving a blood cathedral for thee
Paralyzed eyes in exanguine faces
All thy gargoyles shalt bleed

From grace she fell
Whilst bells fell onto saints
There, the Devil's phallus
Caressed the cunt of God's daughter
As she prayed for forgiveness

(All I've done was sacred
As much as the Trinity
My rechristening
In the blood of those lambs
It was the bridge to redeem
My damned soul
Mislaid by the sin)

"Countess, thy beauty
Shalt be locked inside of thee
And in this world
Thou shalt not find thy pleasures
May on the rugged stone
Thy fetid carcass fades
Into the massive webs
Of the eternity"

Tormented souls
Lurking in the corners of her cell
As the walls were raised in dissonance
She preferred to sew her own eyes
With the grizzly hairs
Growing dishevelled
And the slivers of her nails
She used as needles
But the tears could still
Fall from the wounds
And from them she fed her anguishes

And about the ones who served her
They tasted in life
The heavy justice of men
For them, death became a relief
Or the beginning of sorrows

(Four culpable walls)
Musty by new hatreds
(Circling her carrion)
Once gracious
Then a piece of shat flesh

(Kneeling and bare)
Before the sodomite mirror
(Her elbows stiff on the misericord)
And in that day they knew
That the evils died
With the Bathory beast


5. THE FIFTH DIRGE (POSTLUDE)

We are the dead stars
Dust of the dead stars

My heart's gone long ago
On the wane with the moon
And with the arrival of the wintry nights
The hellish nights, the endless nights

And in the darkness of my dreams
I find your pleading eyes
There was so much pain in thee
Wounds that shall bleed forevermore